A’s or B’s lyrics

[Chorus: 3o$ama]
I'm high as sh*t, I'm in the stu', just poured a deuce of yellow with Blake n*gga, we be toting P
The opps be lying, their ass be capping, how the f*ck they don't know me?
Like I ain't pop my door, jump out that Ford and creep with Drac', CDs
These n*ggas capping, don't be spinning, how the f*ck they wanna beef?
These n*ggas capping, don't be spinning, they ain't got no f*cking Bs
They ain't even got no f*cking attempts
I'll creep up through your bushes like a fox and jump a fence
And I know you heard 'bout that last n*gga, he died and jumped the fence

[Verse 1: 3o$ama]
Boy, what's wrong with him?
Put that switchy on his ass, put that drizzy on his ass
We was fishing the [?] with T and I gave him a pass
But he showing off and throwing me off so I'ma smash his ass
GP keep capping like he spinning, he ain't spin since 2020
I'm really active and I shoot my gun, n*gga on [?]
Still screaming free Threat, when he come home we gon' roll up [?]
He thugging hard with his celly, shoutout my n*gga Bmoney
I took all the charges, told the detectives I ain't see nothing
The dead keep dissing, how 'bout you b*tch-n*ggas come and do something?
Shoutout to Mook, that's my heart n*gga, you play thing he shoot something
And Fox pushing 30, he still active and we got cars
7.62s park sh*t and [?] set off car alarms
I dropped a bomb up the border, remember? They called me Brett Favre
I been on sh*t with you b*tch-n*ggas since that day at [?]
And Lil [?] is a b*tch, that n*gga don't even go hard
If we get pulled over boo, put this Fentanyl in your bralet
[Verse 2: Yung Dizzy]
Who put the switch up in your purse?
I can't go back, that sh*t the worst
I just came home and popped three Perc's
Fat sh*t got hit, I know it hurt
Ha, I know they sad
I broke her heart, I did her bad
f*cked her best friend, I know she mad
f*ck it Wiz, drag! Drag!
Huh, I can't go back, I feel like Nino
His mother head got put in a toilet, I'm talking 'bout Skino
(Hey Young Wick, what you on?)
They call [?] blowing
B3 just hopped out with that chop
(What the f*ck is a SIG man? I like Glocks)
I like switches, I like Drac's
You better not tote no .38
The whole 2023 I was boosting the whole murder rate
I shot that n*gga in his face, he did the Drac' I did the race
Hit him up close, took him to space
New dead body, another cold case

[Chorus: 3o$ama]
I'm high as sh*t, I'm in the stu', just poured a deuce of yellow with Blake n*gga, we be toting P
The opps be lying, their ass be capping, how the f*ck they don't know me?
Like I ain't pop my door, jump out that Ford and creep with Drac', CDs
These n*ggas capping, don't be spinning, how the f*ck they wanna beef?
These n*ggas capping, don't be spinning, they ain't got no f*cking Bs
They ain't even got no f*cking attempts
I'll creep up through your bushes like a fox and jump a fence
And I know you heard 'bout that last n*gga, he died and jumped the fence